I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

I'm going to Greece for two weeks for a friend's wedding and a bit of a break. The first draft of Intentional Dissonance, my new novel, is at the editor and I'll be finishing up editing the text-version of I Wrote This For You soon.

Here is the prologue to the new novel. You can find a snippet from Chapter 3 on facebook and tumblr.

I'll miss you.

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Intentional Dissonance

A Book About Falling.

The End

You have read this all before and you will again. Do you think you're in the bookshop now, just browsing? Are you in front of your computer, previewing the first few pages? Or is this a well-thumbed tattered old thing that lives next to your bed? Am I sleeping, lost and forgotten at the back of a bookshelf?
No matter. You have read this all before and you will again.
Have you ever stopped and wondered if, really, you're just living the same few seconds over and over again and you just don't know? You’d never know. Maybe you’ve been doing the same thing for 1000 years. Sometimes that happens. Like when you're reading and you get a thought stuck in your head and you find your eyes just glazing over the words and you have to go back and read the same thing again.
No matter. You have read this all before and you will again.